Because someone said to me that they thought the ending was going to be different.. I'm doing the ending in a different way.
Enjoy guys
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I don't want to know the details. I don't want to know how I stuffed up. I don't want to know that my baby was gone. I don't want to believe it.
It's all my fault. I could see it in the doctors eyes as he explained to me that 'they did everything they could.' it's the famous doctors line, that's what I always thought. That they said that to calm family members, to make the doctor himself look like a hero. Like he tried to save him as if they were their own child. But to the real parent, nobody ever try's harder than they do. They would go to the ends of the earth just to see them smile. Even though most wouldn't realise that.
But now I couldn't do anything. She was gone. Nothing mattered. The past doesn't matter now. I can't change it now. Whats done is done. I can't change that, no matter how much I want to.
I saw the doctor in the corner of my eye moving his hands around in a circle in front of him, in the back of my mind I knew he was trying to explain what happened to Annie's brain in the crash. That her brain was dying slowly the entire time. That it was paralysing her slowly. He kept saying it wouldn't have been painful, if she didn't wake up she didn't even know it was happening. A tear slid down my cheek. She did wake up, she did die in pain, all because of me.
The words went by in a blur, listening was impossible, but really I just didn't want to hear it.
But I did hear one sentence, one that caused me to look up at the doctor standing at my feet.
"The other man in the car,"
He stopped talking when I looked up, probably knowing I wanted to know more on that subject he continued.
"Well that was the interesting thing, he was the brother of your late wife, that's what it says on my records anyway." he let out a humourless chuckle.
"His name was Blake. Ring any bells?"
I looked away muttering a small no.
Blake. Uncle Blake. My wife's killer.
Annie was right. But why didn't I meet her brother? We were married for years. I never saw him at the wedding. I didn't recognise him at the crash site. Or maybe I just wasn't looking hard enough. And how did Annie recognise him that night? How did she know who he was in the first place?
Questions after question came up in my head. Questions I would get the answer to for as long as I live.
At some point the doctor must have realised I wasn't listening and left, for when I looked up the room as empty with only the sound of nurses and doctors running around just outside my door.
I looked around and really saw my surroundings. It exactly what I expected. White walls, white floors, white bed, a small bedside table, a beeping machine with tubes leading from it to my arm, a button for the nurse, and an empty chair facing towards me.
But what interested me was the tray near the door. What was on it?
Curiously I ripped out the IV cords and shuffled over to it.
Needles, bandages, all the things they might need to fix me up, but what really caught my eye was a clear metal object. I smiled crookedly. It just might work.
Hiding my object in my hand I slowly and carefully I opened the door and looked around. I might have looked very suspicious if i wasn't a patient. But I didn't care. The nurse caught my eyes and smiled as she walked over to me.
I asked in a small voice. "where's the bathroom."
She nodded in recognition. "It's just down that hall on the left," she said pointing behind me, I turned looking the way she pointed. "just read the signs on the doors and you should be fine." I turned back muttering my thanks, before heading off cautiously down the hall. My thoughts went to Annie and Lauren as was looking for this door. Would they be disappointed in me for doing this? Or would they be happy? Would Annie forgive me? Could we be a family again? I desperately hoped so.
Reaching the door I looked around once more.
Two dark blue figures talking to the nurse outside my room caught my eye. Before I could disappear they looked in my direction while the nurse pointed me. One of their eyes traveled to my covered hand, his eyes widened in surprise. He knew what I was doing. Instantly he hit his partner, nodding towards me. And without hesitation I ran in the opposite direction.
"hey, stop!"
I rolled my eyes. Police. They think everyone is supposed to listen to them. I rounded the corner when I heard heavy boots making a fast approach.
I knew I couldn't get away from them. Atari some point someone would realise what is going on and stop me before it was to late.
They wouldn't understand that it's what is what I want. It's what is for the best.
I skidded to a stop, turned to face the two men trying desperately to catch up to me. To stop me. Just behind them I saw the nurse running wildly towards me. For some reason i recognised her from some where.
No matter.
I took the scalpel, and just looked at it. This small piece of metal will bring me my last wish.
I've killed my wives killer. Now it time to kill Annie's.
That was my last thought,
before I thrusted the knife into my heart...
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No more snowman.....
Tell me which one you liked better ;)
-DM
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Snow Man
DiversosWhat if you blamed yourself for the murder of your wife? And then almost killing your only daughter? What if she could die if you did nothing for her? Would you save her? Would you try and right your wrong? Or would you just save yourself? Annie is...